Never Enough
[Eminem]There's not much you could do or say to phase mePeople think I'm a little bit crazyI get it from all angles, even occasionally Doc Dre-zie'llHave to step in every once in a while to save meTo make me stop and think about it 'fore I just say thingsSometimes I forget what other people just may thinkA lot of rappers probably wouldn't know how to take meIf they heard some shit, I'd lay the tape 'fore they erase meI maybe a little too fast paced and racySometimes the average listener rewinds and plays me twenty timescuz I say so many rhymes, it may seem like I'm goin too fast cuz my mind is racingAnd I could give a fuck what category you place meLong as when I'm pushing up daisies and goneAs long as you place me amongst one of them greatsWhen I hit the heavenly gates I'll be cool beside Jay-ZFor every single die hard fan who embraced meI'm thankful for the talent in which God gave meAnd I'm thankful for the environment that he placed meBelieve it or not, I thank my mom for how she raised meIn the neighborhood daily, they jumped and chased meIt only made me what I am today, seeRegardless of what anybody believes who hates meYou ain't gonna make or break meTryna strip me of my credibility and make me look fake, GYou're only gonna be in for a rude awakeningCuz sooner or later you haters are all gonna face meAnd when you face me with all the shit you've been saving to say to meYou had all this time to think about itNow don't pussy out and try to about face meCuz I've been patiently waiting for the dayThat we finally meet in the same place to see
[Chorus x2 - Nate Dogg]No matter how many battles I been in and wonNo matter how many magazines on my nutsNo matter how many MC's I eat upOoh ooh, it's never enough
[50 Cent]My flow's untouchable now you gotta face itUh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the basicsYou go say the wrong shit and get your face splitThe smell of victory, love it so much I can taste itI spot my target, blaze it, direct hitGraze it, your peace talk, save itYou shit sounds dated, you're overratedI'm obligated to study your moves then crush you mutherfuckersIf I'm the best and the worst, then God's gift is a curseSoldier trained to destroy, you payin' attention boy?I spit shit, slick shit, so quick you miss itTo be specific I go ballistic as hieroglyphicMy music is a drug, press play, you ain't gotta sniff itChew it or pop it, roll a bag or chop itGet your high over and over, but you gotta cop itWhen it's hot, it's hotYour hatin' is undeniable, stop it
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